Joseph D'Lacey - Snake Eyes

The demon, Rupert, we never saw again, but after he was gone we marked the event with a festival—one day later than the original event had been planned for—that to this day remains incorrectly named ‘The Feast of The Dragon’. Even Prattle and I agreed that you couldn’t hold a holy festival that involved a demon in the title. No one, not a single soul, ever ventured out loud what they thought Rupert might really have been, but I’m sure that even Wiggery and Rickett had their suspicions.

The women that cavorted in the wood that night, including Velvet, were never told that they’d been liasing with anything other than an evil employee of Hell. They needed to suffer a little for their transgressions, after all, and a little guilt was good for them.

It’s interesting to note that the animals we kill and eat for The Feast of The Dragon are white geese or white chickens. The purity of their feathers serves as an important symbol to those who remember the events of those days. To everyone else, those born later and those who weren’t really involved, The Feast of the Dragon is just another good excuse for an excess of food, ale and flirtation. Not to mention music and dancing.

But never the occasional sheep.